Free Web NovelChapter 366: We can afford it
A few weeks later, the official announcement exploded across every major platform.
Indigo Beauty – Global Campaign: "Eternal Bloom."
The tagline read:
"True radiance blooms after the storm."
And at the center of it all was Hua Jing.
The promotional video was exactly sixty seconds long, yet it felt like a lifetime compressed into a breath. It opened with a soft golden haze at dawn. Hua Jing appeared walking slowly through a boundless sea of yellow flowers, the petals brushing against the hem of her flowing ivory dress. The camera followed her from behind at first — delicate, almost reverent — before circling to capture her face as sunlight caught in her hair.
She was not overly adorned. No heavy jewelry. No exaggerated makeup. Just simplicity.
Elegance.
Strength.
As she walked, the wind lifted strands of her hair, and she closed her eyes briefly as though embracing the warmth of the sun. The final shot showed her turning slightly toward the camera, a faint, knowing smile curving her lips as golden petals swirled around her.
No one understood why the flowers were yellow.
But Hua Jing and Fu Jingrong did.
The internet erupted almost instantly.
Some fans cried that it was unfair. Some claimed their idols had been "robbed." Others grudgingly admitted that the campaign was breathtaking. The video trended globally within hours.
And yet, weeks before that polished moment, Hua Jing had been lying awake in Fu Jingrong’s arms, sighing for what felt like the tenth time.
They were tangled together beneath soft sheets, the room dim except for the faint glow of city lights filtering through the curtains. Fu Jingrong had been quietly running his fingers through her hair when her sighs became too frequent to ignore.
"What is it?" he asked at last, his voice low but attentive.
Hua Jing stared at the ceiling, brows slightly furrowed. "My contract with Blue Entertainment expired long ago," she murmured. "I don’t have an agency now. If I take Indigo Beauty’s offer, it’ll be complicated. Negotiations, legal support, media management... I can’t just handle everything alone."
She turned to look at him, worry clear in her eyes. "What if I make the wrong move?"
Fu Jingrong watched her for a moment, then a slow smile tugged at his lips. "Did you forget something?"
She blinked. "Forget what?"
He leaned down slightly, brushing his nose against hers. "Your husband happens to be the director of Fu Hua Entertainment. If the biggest star in the industry wants to sign exclusively, I’m sure we can make space."
Her eyes widened — then she burst into laughter. "Fu Hua Entertainment? That name sounds suspiciously convenient."
"It’s efficient," he replied smoothly. "Fu and Hua. Straightforward."
She shook her head, still smiling. "With everything that happened between our families, that name feels heavy."
He studied her expression. "Not fitting?"
She nodded thoughtfully. "There’s something both of us share in our names."
"Jing?" he asked.
"Yes." She shifted slightly in his arms. "In our case, Jing means brilliance — clarity. Something luminous. Something steady. What if we name it Jing Entertainment?"
He fell silent for a long moment, considering it seriously.
Brilliance.
Radiance.
Light that doesn’t fade.
The meaning felt right.
He looked down at her, eyes softening. "That’s perfect."
She grinned proudly.
"My wife is very clever," he added, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
She tried to laugh again, but the sound dissolved into a soft gasp when his hand slid to her waist and pinned her gently back into the mattress.
She narrowed her eyes at him playfully. "How many times has it been already? Are you a beast?"
He leaned down close enough for his breath to warm her cheek. "Only for you, baby. Only for you." frёewebηovel.cѳm
Two days later, Mark from Indigo Beauty returned to Yellow Garden, this time invited directly by Hua Jing.
The signing process unfolded smoothly in the main hall, sunlight streaming across polished floors. Two lawyers from Jing Entertainment sat beside Hua Jing, reviewing the final clauses. Fu Jingrong had personally ensured every detail was airtight.
Mark watched the exchange with keen interest.
"Jing Entertainment?" he asked curiously. "I don’t believe I’ve heard of it."
Hua Jing smiled calmly. "You will."
The contract was signed within the hour. Both parties shook hands. Indigo Beauty had offered exceptional terms — global campaign rights, creative collaboration privileges, and performance-based bonuses that reflected their full confidence in her influence.
As Mark stepped outside to leave, his gaze caught the sweeping expanse of yellow flowers stretching across Yellow Garden. The afternoon light made them glow like molten gold.
He turned slowly toward Hua Jing.
"There’s only one person in the industry I’ve heard of who lives in a place like this," he said carefully. "Top star Fu Jingrong. I had no idea Miss Hua liked yellow flowers."
Hua Jing tilted her head lightly. "I don’t," she replied.
He blinked.
"My husband does."
Mark nearly choked. "Husband?"
"Husband," she repeated with a mischievous wink. "You’ll find out soon enough."
His eyes widened dramatically. "He is your husband? I thought you two were enemies!"
The rivalry between them had once been legendary. Cold interviews. Sharp public exchanges. Media speculation of silent wars.
Hua Jing only laughed and turned away, skipping lightly toward the garden.
"The servant will see you out!" she called over her shoulder. "Let’s meet again soon!"
Mark stood there, stunned — until an idea suddenly sparked.
He looked at the ocean of yellow flowers. Looked at Hua Jing running carefree between them.
Then he shouted, "We could shoot the campaign here! It’s perfect!"
She stopped mid-run and turned back with a teasing grin. "It’s very expensive."
"Don’t worry!" Mark shot back immediately. "We can afford it!"
Mark had always known that Hua Jing was beautiful.
That was undeniable.
But this playful, unguarded version of her — laughing, running through fields of yellow blossoms with sunlight caught in her hair — was something else entirely.
It made her look alive.
Just... a woman at peace.
He found himself watching her a moment too long.
And then he felt it.
A pressure.
Oppressive...
